The Parthenon shimmered with the glimmering marble
What divinity did your exposed bare ribs see
A vivid life within a frozen stone
The gold and white and sunlight
And then the violence and the red and
Pillaging and noise
If you skip some years
You’re in a dark room
Your ribs now ache under museum lights
Your home is gone;
And so are your hands
and your face
Once so chiselled and strong
Crumbles
separated from your backdrop of the Athenian hilltop
Dimness surrounds you, and the glow of your silver body has faded
a sea of onlookers come and go and some linger but not for long.
Now, frozen in time, in stone, in beauty,
But the life within is gone.
-Nihal
